Tonight, when I gently tuck the covers around your small frame, it will be the last time I kiss my four-year old daughter goodnight.
Because, when you awaken tomorrow morning, you will be five years old.
Will you still refuse to wear tennis shoes if they are dirty?
Will you insist on being Super Girl for Halloween for a third year in a row?
Will you continue to sing the majority of the thoughts that run through your mind?
What will five look like on you?
I do know that no matter what, you will continue to make me laugh. You will continue to be one of my greatest sources of fun. You will continue to know exactly what you like and what you don’t. You will continue to ask questions.
You will continue to grow in the knowledge of your King.
Anna Takle, I love the way you love your big brother. I love your boldness. I love your determination. I love watching you learn to love God. I love how you melt in your daddy’s arms. I love the way you rub my growing belly and talk to a little brother you’ve yet to meet.
I love every single day with you.
And, I can’t imagine one second without you.
You are joy illuminated.
I love you birthday girl.